Chapter 542: Back to Beijing (3)

"No!" Nie Wushuang got up and pulled his long sleeve tightly: "No ..." She shook her head desperately, almost reaching her throat with a heart. The coldness in my heart is spreading, when despair is not as violent as this moment.
Xiao Fengqing wanted to break free, and she didn't know where she was trying to hold her. "No, you can't do this, you can't ..."
"Why not?" Xiao Fengqing sneered and asked: "Have he hated me in the future? Don't forget, the current king is a traitor!"
Nie Wushuang abruptly settled, and she definitely fell on the bed.
"You really can't keep him?" She looked at him, her eyes filled with despair, and the sadness deep into the bone marrow made her jump.
"No!" Xiao Fengqing turned away and looked no longer at her.
"Can't really stay?" She asked again.
"No!" Xiao Fengqing said hardly, suddenly, the wind around him suddenly moved, he turned back fiercely, and Nie Wushuang had rushed out. Long sleeves ran across his eyes, like butterflies in late summer.
He was startled in his heart, and everyone had gone past in shock. Nie Wushuang has rushed out of the Yinfeng Terrace. There are more than a dozen steps in front of the high Yinfeng Terrace Hall, and the tall cornerstone is two feet tall. This is not a high platform, but if you accidentally drop it, your head will burst.
She just jumped forward without looking back. All the palace people screamed. Xiao Fengqing was shocked and jumped up to catch her in mid-air. One wrong step, it just landed on the ground.
He was furious, and looked back, but saw Nie Wushuang smiling coldly: "I have a life for Wushuang, and there is nothing else to exchange with His Royal Highness. If you want Wushuang to die, Wushuang will die."
After she had said it, she pushed him away and walked up the jade steps indifferently. Wherever he went, the palace people rushed to the ground and did not dare to look at her.
Under the jade steps, Xiao Fengqing looked at the back of her decisive departure, her face complexion, her hands squealing.
"Well, Nie Wushuang, you are cruel!" Xiao Fengqing sneered and left.
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It has been half a month since the Xiao Fengqing rebellion. Ying Jing was in his hands. The former Gyeonggi Guards were completely gone that night. The newly established Gyeonggi Guards were all under the control of Xiao Fengqing. Under house arrest, the kings were imprisoned. The whole Yingjing Middle School turned upside down overnight, and all kinds of industries withered.
Thirty thousand elites stationed outside the capital and drove away to the prefectures and counties around the capital. Xiao Fengqing ruled his army harshly and prepared carefully. All the way, the prefectures and counties were subject to the iron ride. Only a few princes far away from Yingjing began to rebel, but Xiao Fengzhen, who was thousands of miles away, did not move a soldier and died, which is puzzling. And far away in the Minjiang River area, Nie Mingzhang was struggling to support.
This Xiao Fengqing rebellion made the already complicated situation more and more difficult to distinguish.
Nie Wushuang sat in the deep palace, unable to settle day and night. Xiao Fengqing never drew Fengtai any further since he was angry that day. In the magnificent and magnificent palace, she hanged herself in a shadow, wondering what the world is outside.
Some people in the palace saw the temple dark, and quickly drew candlelight. Nie Wushuang sat at the window, listening to the sounds of silk bamboo singing and dancing outside, and suddenly asked, "What's the sound outside?"
The court lady glanced at her and replied timidly: "Mrs. Zhao Guo was drinking several courtiers and the family members."
Nie Wushuang stunned: "Mrs. Zhao Guo? Who is Mrs. Zhao?" She has been in Yinguo for so long. How have you heard of Mrs. Zhao Guo?
As soon as the maid trembled, she knelt down quickly: "Yes ... yes ... Madam Zhao Guo is ... just jealous."
Nie Wushuang stayed sturdy, and laughed coldly when he returned to God.
Okay, good Mrs. Zhao. What is her Wang Qingning, now she actually got a wife to play it.
What Madam Zhao Guo? When this harem can do whatever she wants, can she only hold the sky with her hands? !!
She smiled coldly, and the maid of the palace shivered: "The queen mother is angry. Now in the harem, the concubine and other concubines ... will not bother her."
Nie Wushuang sneered: "Yeah, in this harem, except for those concubines who exist in name, she is the only one who is Wang Qingning! When this palace is dead?"
Palace daughter-in-law, hurry down.
Nie Wushuang sneered. No wonder you can feast on the courtiers in the palace, Wang Qingning! Do you think this time is your perfect opportunity to turn around and take control? !!
Nie Wushuang looked at the direction of the song and dance, and there was a deep breath in his eyes. She sat still for a long time, listening coldly to the shimmering bamboo song until midnight. Then she got up and ordered the maid to get water to dress her up. As she was lying on the bed, there was a sound outside.
Nie Wushuang awakened violently, a wave of wine wafted quietly from the outside, it was a good pear white, not strong, but the stamina was great.
She was lifted up, and saw the curtains curled up in the dim temple, and a rickety figure broke in. Nie Wushuang was startled. The figure was so familiar that it made her tremble. He sat in a chair aside and silently looked at Nie Wushuang in his account. Through the thin account, Nie Wushuang could not see his face, but felt that he was like a feast and a messy shirt.
Nie Wushuang's heart passed by deep anxiety, and he quietly retracted. Keeping his hands under his pillow, he sneaked a small dagger into his arms. This is the defensive dagger she found secretly.
Xiao Fengqing watched for a while, and suddenly took a few steps forward to open his account. Nie Wushuang screamed and was dragged into his arms without struggling.
"Bash!" There was a muffled sound, and the small, sharp dagger stuck straight into Xiao Fengqing's arm. There was blood dripping, warm blood dripping in her hands. Nie Wushuang was stunned. She stared at Xiao Fengqing. After a while, she exclaimed and shrank back.
In the pale moonlight, his handsome face pulled out the dagger without expression, stuck it to the bed, and sneered, "You want to kill me?"
Asking for a monthly pass ah ah ah ah ah the world can't stop Bing Lan's determination to ask for a monthly pass! Roar!
Abuse is healthier, there is wood! Death is the king! No, no! . . . . . .